✩ Characters: Vash, Knives (Yeah, yeah, I know. But you're on my playground 😏)
✩ Сontains: gn!reader, fluff, short imagines, drabbles
Ah... Imagine sleeping next to one of them ⭐💤
P.S. I'm going to write the second part about Nicholas and Livio 🌚
Vash the Stampede
Vash loves falling asleep while cuddling with you - he sticks to you like a leech. If you turn him down, he'll sulk all evening, but then he'll sneak into bed with you anyway. He won't let you fall asleep alone.
Vash loves being the little spoon. He falls asleep quickly on your chest. He gently hugs you like his a favorite teddy bear, pressing close to you and wrapping his arms and legs around you? but without making you feel confined. However? this idyll doesn't last long...
Vash sleeps like a restless little devil. He's constantly tossing and turning, rolling from one side to the other, twitching, and taking up most of the bed. Forget about getting a good night's sleep. And he mumbles in his sleep with souch a blissful look on his face - so silly and sweet that it's impossile to stay mad at him. Who knows, maybe he's dreaming about delicious donuts or something like that?
But sometimes... Sometimes his face takes on an anguished, almost pained expression. His eyebrows are drawn together, his temples glisten with sweat, he gasps for air through his mouth, and tosses and turns on the pillow, yet he doesn’t wake up. He’s having nightmares. Please hug him, stroke his spiky hair, whisper tender words, and hold him close to your chest again. Your touch will help him calm down and drift back into a carefree sleep.
Vash usually wakes up early in the morning - after all, his workouts won't wait - but if he's sleeping with you, he'll hapilly stay in bed for couple more hours. Or maybe even all day - a day off wouldn't hurt.
Millions Knives
Sleep with you? Sleep with anyone? You risk losing your head for even thinking that!
No! No! And NO again!
He won't stoop that low. He wouldn't allow himself to.
Under no circumstances would Knives sneak into your bedroom at night like an invisible shadow, absolutely certain that you’re asleep, tiptoeing across the floor so that a random creak wouldn’t wake you up and give away his presence. Just as quietly, he won’t lower himself onto the sheets behind you, still keeping his distance, avoiding any physical contact. He won't. He won't fall asleep. Someone like him doesn't need to...
Wait. Or maybe...
To this own disappointment, balancibg on the edge between reality and something vaguely resembling a dream, Knives unconsciously leans forward you. The distance dangerously shrinks to barely perceptible.
No, he still isn't touching you. Maybe only the tip of his nose is almost touching the hair at the back of your head. Almost. Maybe it only seems that way. that doesn't count, right?
Knives is barely breathing. He's so sensitive and alert, even in this sleepy haze. Oh God. Don't you dare wake up. Not now. Just a little longer. Just a tiny bit longer.
He’ll slip out of the bedroom before the first rays of sunlight. He’ll vanish just as quietly as he appeared. Or maybe he was never here at all, and you just dreamed it all up, silly?
